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Just a month left until Christmas and senior year is flying by!
It seems like just the other day was the last first day of high school and now we’re almost halfway through. With the holidays being here, it’s a great time to be thankful for all of the years and wonderful memories that Williamstown High School has given us. There is genuinely no better place to go to school.

The other day, I was grocery shopping. Nothing new, something we all do. But then, as I was perusing the pet aisle, I looked up to see a package of hotdogs lying toward the back of the shelf. Not pet food hot dogs, people food hot dogs. I picked them up and took them to the nearest store employee. She thanked me and took the package.

Recently I turned 27, so I thought maybe I needed to go to the eye doctor as I started to notice my vision was slipping. I always thought of myself as fortunate when it came to the matter of glasses because everyone has them.

Do you have the worms in your chestnuts well, I am afraid I am in the same boat. We have chestnut weevils. I love our nut grove for a multitude of reasons. It shelters our meat chickens that are ranging freely in its shade. The sheep graze and even munch on fallen nut meat. In other areas, we collect pecans and Chinese chestnuts among other offerings. The pecans are clean as a whistle this year but the chestnuts are a bust.
In the first half of the 20th century, the American chestnut tree,

The summer before your senior year is supposed to be one of the most memorable times of your life.
You spend as much time as possible with all of the people you’ve grown to know and love, knowing that in one short year you will all go your separate ways.
It’s a time where you do anything and everything that you can simply to be doing something.
This is the time of your life that you make memories that will last for the rest of your life.

“Newly transplanted trees must remain hydrated in order for the natural process of root system regeneration to begin,” writes Roger Harris, associate professor of horticulture at Virginia Polytechnic Institute. This is something that has been repeated countless time this summer by many in the green industry, yet, I fear, some homeowners may have turned a deaf ear.